O, LITTLE DOVE

O, little dove, have you flown so far

You’ve lost the way in your lonely flight

Can you now wing back to that Star

Leaving behind the sullen night?

There is a wide and hopeless land

Bright though it be, beneath the sun

Dry and hot lies the lifeless sand

Waiting the return of the sweet, kind One

To bring the joy it sorely needs:

Christmas joy. O, little dove

With branch of olive and hope-sown seeds,

At last flower the desert with peace and love